Biography of Mariets de Molay (LadyMarieTS vampire persona)

Biography of Mariets de Molay
by: R. Austin Cox

The vampire known as Mariets was born on Oct 13, 1300 and came into this world as
Geoffrey de Molay, the son of Knights Templar Grand Master, Jacques de Molay, and his
mistress, Marie Fontiane. Marie died a few hours after childbirth, so Jacques took the boy to his
estate outstide the city of Toulouse, France.
Over the years Jacques became very enamored with the boy, who was always underfoot,
and idolized his father, worshiping him like a deity from some ancient tome of mythology.
Stepping up to the throne of France was King Philip IV. Philip the Fair he was called by
his court, but not because of any good will towards his fellow man. The king of France owed the
Templar bankers a large sum of money, more than he could ever hope to repay, so an idea took
hold in the French King’s mind, if he could eradicate the Templar, there would be no debt, and if
the saga played out right, Philip might even gain possession of the massive amount of property
the Templar held in France. So the French King began a whisper campaign against the knights,
circulating rumors of heresy and witchcraft among the French peasantry. It spread like a virus.
To the French nobility he complained that the Templar held more power than the European
Monarchies, and that their vast wealth and ties to the Church threatened every nobleman in
France, perhaps all of Europe.

However the Pope of that time, Benedict XI, was sympathetic to the Templar, and he
refused all attempts by the French King to force his hand into outlawing the Order. But in 1305
Pope Benedict XI died under mysterious circumstances, and the French Cardinals held out for a
Pope born of they’re homeland. Eventually Pope Clement V, the boyhood friend of Philip IV,
was elected.
Clement moved the papal offices to Avignon, and within a year of taking office, Clement
issued a Papal Bull outlawing and disbanding the Knights Templar.
Philip, now empowered by the Pope himself, issued arrest orders for all known Templar
residing in France. And on Oct 13, 1307 those orders were carried out with brutal efficiency.
However, Philip was right about one thing, the Templar did have long standing ties to the
Church, and many of the Knights, including Jacques de Molay and his second in command, were
warned of the impending arrests. On the evening of the 12th of October the Templar Fleet left
the French Port of La Rochelle, and all but one of the ships were never heard from again. It is
widely suspected that these ships changed their names and removed their Templar standards in
favor of the skull and crossbones of pirates. These ships went on to plague the monarchies of
Europe for decades to come.
As for Jacques de Molay, he boarded the Templar flag ship, The King Soloman, and fled
to the protection of the King of Cyprus. But Jacques, fearing he would be captured before the
rest of the Templar, did not take his son Geoffrey on the arduous voyage. Instead he left the boy
in the care of a monk named John de Marquis back in Toulouse. The monk, fearing the boy
might be used as leverage by the bloodthirsty French King, disguised the boy as a serving girl
called, Mariets.

The raid on the French Templar did eventually net the king, one hundred and twentyeight
knights, and effectively destroyed the Templar in France forever. However it was said that
the King was furious that his men did not apprehend de Molay.
The knights Philip did apprehend were summarily charged with heresy and witchcraft,
and were given over to the Inquisitors to make full confessions of their wrongdoing or disavow
the Templar forever. Under some of the wickedest torture ever devised, one hundred and twenty
one of the knights confessed or disavowed, though many later recanted. The remaining seven
were killed during purification of their sins.
Once the French knights had confessed, King Philip IV, still fearful of the power wielded
by Jacques de Molay and his second in command, offered a truce to the Templar Grand Master,
begging him come to Reims and the Kings court under protection of Parlay to further discuss
their pardon, which Jacques and his second did.
When Jacques and his second arrived at the King’s court in the summer of 1312, the King
immediately had them taken into custody and charged with heresy and witchcraft. Molay and his
second were tried in a French court and found guilty, but Philip, still fearing Templar retribution,
held off enforcing the sentence of death, telling de Molay if he would just tell the French King
where the treasure of Soloman was hidden, he would commute both of their sentences. Jacques,
knowing it was just another ruse, told the French King, "If he wanted the treasure of Soloman, it
awaited him in Hell!"
Young Geoffrey, still living in the disguise of the serving girl, Mariets, heard of his
Father's betrayal at the hands of Philip and Clement, and he vowed to someday destroy both
French monarchy and The Roman Catholic Church.

Despite de Marquis’ protests, and under cover of darkness, Geoffrey left Toulouse, in the
Southeast of France and headed for Avignon, where, still disguised as a serving girl, the twelve
year old gained employment in the Papal kitchens.
On April 20, 1314 Pope Clement died shortly after taking his breakfast. The Doctors of
the time ruled the death natural, but whispers of assassins and poison were widespread. Mariets
didn’t wait for any of these rumors to reach his ears. The boy, still in disguise, left after
preparing the Pope’s breakfast and fled back to the South of France and the city of Toulouse.
When he reached Toulouse he heard the news that the Church Doctors had ruled that the Pope
had died of natural causes. So with a clear name, Geoffrey dawned the costume of Mariets one
more time and headed north to Reims and the court of King Philip IV.
He arrived late in the summer and was greeted with the news that his father was still
alive. Philip had not carried out his death warrant against the Templar Grand Master yet, so
Mariets set out to find a way to free his father. The boy, still disguised as the serving girl
Mariets gained employment in the King’s kitchens, but since the death of Clement, Philip was
paranoid, always employed royal tasters to sample his food before he partook. But Mariets was
not so concerned with killing the King as she was freeing her father from his dungeon. However
as the summer dragged into fall it became clear that there was no hope of escape, the closest he
came to his father was in September when he was allowed to take the Templar’s their food.
There was a guard with him the entire time, so Geoffrey could not reveal himself to his father,
but he did manage to slip him a note in his gruel.
The note said: You are not forgotten. I will avenge you.
G.M.

On October 13, 1314, Mariets birthday, Jacques de Molay and his second in command
were burned at the stake in Philips Castle in Reims for the crimes of heresy and witchcraft. A
little over a month later,, on November 29, 1314, Philip departed from his castle for a hunting
trip, and the royal tasters were not brought along, only a wagon containing the party’s lunch.
The King’s food was kept separate from the other’s, as was the custom, and after the King took
his lunch he fell ill. King Philip IV of France was dead before the sun went down in the west
that day. Poisoning was immediately suspected, and the entire kitchen staff was put to the sword
before doctors could rule that Philip had died of natural causes. But not all the kitchen staff fell
to Philip’s blades, one, Mariets, fled that morning after food preparation, and was miles from
Reims when news of the French King’s of the death reached his ears.
But it was still not enough to bring down just this King, he needed more, he needed to
bring down his entire memory, the entire Monarchy of France. But it would not be this day, in
fact that day would not come for four hundred years, and by then Mariets was a very different
creature indeed.
Geoffrey removed the disguise of Mariets and fled back to Toulouse and to the care of
John de Marquis, but the monk was fearful for the boy’s life, and concerned by the boy’s
bloodlust. On the night of Dec 23, 1314, an English Knight called Alberon the Black stopped by
to see his old friend John de Marquis, and learn news of the Templar purge. Marquis, not
knowing what else to do with the son of Jacques de Molay, a boy who had already assassinated a
Pope and King at the tender age of fourteen, asked Alberon if would take the boys with him to
his keep in the east. Geoffrey had begun to dress like Mariets all the time, it felt more natural
than dressing like a boy, so when he was first introduced to Alberon, Geoffrey was in wearing
the clothes of a French serving girl. Alberon cocked an eyebrow, and Marquis quickly explained.

it was a ruse to keep the boys identity secret, but Alberon looked closely at the boy, and the boy
looked away, his face flaming red. Alberon knew the meaning went deeper than any mere
disguise.
So late that night, Geoffrey de Molay, still dressed as Mariets, went with Alberon the
Black to live with him and become his squire. They traveled only at night with Alberson
sleeping inside his wagon during the daylight hours. Mariets and the teamster were left with
specific instructions not to disturb Alberon’s daily sleep, but Mariets was curious, so he asked a
question of the Teamster, who just shrugged and said, “Maybe his skin burns easily in the sun, or
maybe he’s in league with the devil, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just do as I am told,”
It was May of the year 1315 before they finally reached Alberon’s small castle outside of
Kaliningrad, Russia, which at the time was part of the Prussian Empire. Alberon was an
Englishman, but when the purge of Templar began in 1307 many of the English Knights fled
Western Europe for the wild lands of the east. Alberon was one of hundreds of Templar that
joined the Order of Teutonic Knights, but by this time Alberon was no longer a man.
He’d been turned in the Lebanon during the Second Crusade. He had been wounded and
left on a battlefield outside of Beirut when the scavengers of the dead moved onto the bloody
plains. Alberon had a broken leg, and a slash across his ribs, not life threatening, but he could
not stand to leave, and the Templar would not come for his body until the following day, so for
this night he was left to fend for himself. He found the sharp metal end of a Muslim standard
lying in the dirt and he picked it up with the idea of killing the first scavenger that tried to pick
him over. Scavengers had been known to finish off those too wounded to fend for themselves in
order to steal their trinkets, but those that still had a little fight in them were usually left alone.

The moon was high over the bloody plain when a man in a dark cloak moved like
quicksilver towards him. He was about to raise his spike but the man in the cloak was on him
too fast, pinning his arm to the ground and sitting on his chest like a merry jester.
“So Englishman,” a voice with a Sarasin accent hissed to him, though he could not see
the face shadowed in the hood as it was. “Live or die?”
Before thinking, Alberon replied, “Live!”
And the man in the cloak nodded, “Very well Englishman, I have no prophesy for you
tonight, but I give you the gift of life, sing my praises in the underworld when you finally get
there. Tell them Aladdin of the Mountain was your maker.”
So this Aladdin was Assassin, Alberon thought himself a dead man for sure, but Aladdin
merely enfolded the Knight in his dark cloak, and he remembered no more until the infernal
sunlight of the next morning drove what felt like splinters into his eyes, but as he tried to sit up
he came to realize that he was whole of body, his leg had mended completely during the night
and the wound on his side was gone as if it had never been. Only his armor bore the scratches of
battle, he had none.
It was months before he fed for the first time, by then he had returned to Europe. It was
not an easy thing for a Knight devoted to Christ to give himself over to the craving. Only then
did he discover his intense dislike of the sun had become a mortal need to stay out of its light.
Once he’d fed for the first time, he relegated himself to the darkness forevermore.
So when they finally arrived at Alberon’s keep in Kaliningrad it was no surprise that his
schedule remained much the same as it had on their journey, with Alberon, only moving about in
the darkness, never the light. Alberon invited Mariets to a late supper one night after they had
been there for about a week, and Geoffrey, not knowing if he should continue his disguise or dawn his male persona, decided to wear the clothing of a young man to the supper. Alberon was
not pleased.
“I was hoping for female company tonight,” he said looking at the fourteen year old boy
over his wine glass. “Go change into your girl clothes.”
Geoffrey was more than happy to oblige in all his years of wearing the disguise of
Mariets he had come to the conclusion that he liked being a girl more than he liked being a boy.
It felt more natural. And so the boy Geoffrey died that night, and born from his ashes was
Mariets, and so also the complicated and tragic love affair between Alberon the Black and this
new girl began. It would not end for well over a hundred years.
In 1339, Alberon spotted a grey hair in Mariets dark mane. It wasn’t much, but he knew
that his love would soon surpass him in physical years if he didn’t turn her soon, though he was
loathe to do it. Finally that night he asked her the question.
“Do you want to stay with me forever, my love?”
Without hesitation she nodded solemnly. She had discovered the truth that Alberon was
vampire many years before, and at about that same time she had begun to use herbs and potions
provided for her by an old peasant lady in Kaliningrad to accentuate her feminine qualities, many
of which she was genetically gifted with. But the potions the old woman gave her made her
grow breasts and they softened her skin and the hair on her face, body, arms and legs. They made
her put on fat in places a woman would, like her hips and ass, and not in the belly like a man.
The immortality that Alberon was offering would freeze her in this half and half state for all
eternity, but she was willing to do that if that was what her lover wanted.
And so he turned her, and they lived like this together for a little over one hundred years,
until in 1472 when the Cossacks of the Czar Nicholas II took Kaliningrad back from Prussian
dominance. At first they didn’t attack Alberon’s castle, though he worried they would. It wasn’t

until they heard rumors of Alberon being a vampire, many hundreds of years old, that fed on the
poor and helpless of Kaliningrad’s slums (a myth that was in no way true), that the Cossacks
took interest in Alberon Keep. And when they did, they came with a force so great they overran
the defenses in less than an hour. It was August 23, 1472 when the Cossacks came. They had
been drinking, and they came to kill an ancient evil lurking in their midst, little did they know
that evil was them.
It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was almost down when they stormed the castle,
they broke into Alberon’s coffin as the sun disappeared under the horizon, but Alberon had
insisted that Mariets place her coffin in a secret tunnel that led to the woods outside of
Kaliningrad rather than the Royal basement, where his ancient sarcophagus had lain for
centuries. This was the only thing that saved her. As she fled the castle she could hear Alberon
calling to her, “Run, my dear, don’t look back…”
She fled the castle that night, planning to make her return the following night to pay the
Cossacks a visit, and to save Alberon, but the Cossacks had other plans, they tied the vampire
Alberon to a stake on the wall of his own castle and forced him to confront the sunrise that very
next morning, hours before Mariets could stage her valiant rescue. She did however catch the
Cossacks in the castle that next night, eating Alberon’s food, and drinking his wine. She slew
them to a man, making sure to tear off each one’s head so there would be no chance of them
surviving and turning. If they were merciless, she was twice so.
But word quickly got out that a vampire had survived the massacre at Alberon Keep, and
Mariets was forced to flee to the south and west, back to France and the country she knew in her
childhood.
She visited Toulouse but it was a sad thing. John de Marquis was long, dead and his
small hut had gone to ruin. Her father’s house and land had been confiscated by the King long before, and some small unimportant nobleman lived there now. It had all moved on, but not her,
she was the same, undying, unchanging…
Finally she made her way to Paris, and while feeding in a slum area she found a troop of
gypsy performers that travelled all over the world. Their leader was a very old vampire named
Bakal. Since she had nothing better to do, and nowhere else to go, she fell in with the gypsy
troop.
For the next three hundred years she traveled Europe, parts of Asia, and even North
Africa, never stopping for more than a few nights, never feeding on anyone who would be
missed. It was a good life, but Mariets never found anyone to fill the void in her heart left by
Alberon, the man that had taught her so much about being a woman. Finally Mariets woke one
evening outside of Versailles, France to the sound of a commotion. It was August of 1790.
There was a riot developing, throngs of people holding torches were arrayed, and the leaders of
the protestors were a group called the Freemason’s, an offshoot of the Ancient Order of Knights
Templar. Mariets listened to what the leaders of the protest were calling for, equal rights for all
men, the disposition of the Monarchy, and she knew that the time of her final revenge had come
round at last.
She left the gypsy troop and joined the underground of the French Revolution that very
night. Later that month the Revolutionaries took Versailles, and forced the King and his court
back to Paris, where hell ultimately awaited him. Just over three years later Louis XVI was
executed by a the mob, France had descended into Chaos, and the Templar finally had their
revenge against the Monarchy that had dared to attack them. Ordo ab chao, as the mason’s say,
Order from Chaos…
For years Mariets traveled France, feeding off of the aristocracy before turning them over
to the mobs for execution. It was the guillotine for these aristocrats and minor nobility, ensuring

they would never turn and then one day return to cause her problems. She became as decadent
as the mob around her, the debauchery of a riot of the flesh was the new normal, and it seemed
the there would never be another ordinary moment in her life. Until one night when she was
caught feeding off of a young man behind a tavern in Paris, and the mob she had spent the
summer feeding, and feeding from, now turned on her. She only narrowly escaped with her head
still attached to her body, and so without hearth or home, she travelled to the coast, seeking new
lands and new people.
In 1794 Mariets booked passage on a privateer bound for the port of New Orleans in the
New World. The territory was still a French colony, but it offered a fresh start. No one would
know her history there. So she paid the Captain, a Pirate named Boname’, double for a secluded
spot in the hold, and in this way, the vampire Mariets made her way to the new world. She fed
on rats and the occasional rummy whenever a port of call offered, but mostly she went hungry
and sleepless for those eight months.
Finally in the spring of 1795 Mariets made it to the port of New Orleans. She stayed in
the city for a time, regaining her strength, and making herself familiar with the area. In 1803
when the United States purchased the territory of Louisiana from the French, Mariets made her
way north to Shreveport, where she began to work in leather, making harness and whips for
teamsters shipping goods to and from Tejas. In the early 1920’s when the horse and buggy went
the way of the carrier pigeon, she began build leather goods for the decadent “specialty” set in
New Orleans.
Some say she still lives there to this day, training the occasional familiar, feeding on
those willing to offer up their veins for her pleasure, and perpetually mourning the loss of her
lover and master Alberon…

Thank you R. Austin Cox
I think it great cant wait to read some of the more erotic tails.